The memory of that shirt… it’s a funny thing, really. My friend, Sarah, actually found it. We were rummaging through some forgotten bins in the back of a thrift store, the kind of place that smells like old paper and mothballs, and there it was. A faded, slightly too-small t-shirt emblazoned with some cartoon worm eating rigatoni pasta. I remember thinking it was unbelievably hideous at first, almost a dare. Then, I laughed.
Marcus The Worm Rigatoni Pasta shirt, hoodie, tank top, long sleeve tee
I didn’t need it. I already had enough clothes, a closet packed with things I barely wore. Yet, there was something undeniably endearing about Marcus The Worm Rigatoni Pasta shirt. It was the absurdity of it, I suppose, that really got me. Plus, it was just… different. It felt like it belonged on some goofy character in a children’s book, someone who was utterly unconcerned with fashion and completely devoted to the simple pleasure of pasta.